An Unfortunate and Indelible Mark

You were in the trailer park, ass over teakettle in an old tire out in the 'backyard' of Trevor's trailer. You were smoking something harsh and potent, the blood rushing to your head. You were trying to blot out the constant, lustful images of Kendi and Amanda floating through your head.

"Hey you dumb bitch, I've been calling you," Trevor said testily. He was naked, his body coated in tattoos, looking as dangerous as he was sexy. His short blonde hair was slicked back. His buddy Trent stood next to him, also naked. You giggled girlishly as you pulled yourself out of the tire.

Trevor impatiently tugged off your panties, exposing your round Cuban ass and caged remnant. He flicked the tip of it contemptuously, then rolled you over onto all fours. Trent offered you a sniff of powder the back of his hand. You took the proffered treat, your eyes dilating as the high deepened.

You felt Trevor's cock slowly burrow into your bottom, as you eagerly undid Trent's pants, tugging out his fat white cock. Your soft, plump lips gliding up and down his meatpole.

"This bitch sucks so well," Trent said to no one in particular.

"Her pussy ain't so bad, either. Hey faggot! Who owns this ass?" Trevor barked. You reluctantly let Trent out of your mouth.

"You are, Master?" you said, giggling as you blew a bubble with Trent's precum.

The two men plowed you into submission, keeping you in a state of lust. Your caged remnant was steadily drooling its impotent juices as they railed you, leaving you comatose in the bare dirt.

You vaguely remembered Trevor coming back with a large, heavy set man. And being brought inside, bent over the kitchen table ... and then darkness.

***

When you awoke, you rubbed your aching ass. It was aching from not only the fuck though. You panicked, looking into the mirror and your jaw dropped. You had the stars and bars tattooed on your ass. And your Master's name above a tribal tat on your lower back. How the fuck would you explain this to Amanda?